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The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

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“Homecoming is a single word, and we use it to describe a single event. But true homecoming requires more time. It seems to be a process rather than a moment. Perhaps we come home the way the earth comes home to the sun. It could be that homecoming is always a return and our understanding of home deepens with each encounter.”

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“Tant qu'on va et vient dans la pays natal, on s'imagine que ces rues vous sont indifférentes, que ces fenêtres, ces toits et ces portes ne vous sont de rien, que ces murs vous sont étrangers, que ces arbres sont les premiers arbres venue, que ces maisons où l'on n'entre pas vous sont inutiles, que ces pavés où l'on marche sont des pierres. Plus tard, quand on n'y est plus, on s'aperçoit que ces rues vous sont chères, que ces toits, ces fenêtres et ces portes vous manquent, que ces murailles vous sont nécessaires, que ces arbres sont vos bien-aimées, que ces maisons où l'on n'entrait pas on y entrait tous les jours, qu'on a laissé de ses entrailles, de son sang et de son coeur dans ces pavés. Tous ces lieux qu'on ne voit plus, qu'on ne reverra jamais peut-être, et dont on a gardé l'image, prennent un charme douloureux, vous reviennent avec la mélancolie d'une apparition, vous font la terre sainte visible, et sont, pour ainsi dire, la forme même de la France et on les aime et on les évoque tels qu'ils sont, tels qu'ils étaient, et l'on s'y obstine, et l'on n'y veut rien changer, car on tient à la figure de la patrie comme au visage de sa mère.”

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